The Hidden Cameras Follow

You pick me up and carry me home
I'm pushed to the floor and I regain your trust
Lay your arm, I bleed on your rug
What is skin and bone, they are the same

My wish to break a heart off the letter I've heard
Disappears as I know you are the same
You are the same
You are the same
You are the same

You tighten up your heart to the beat of the drum
Made from skin and bone, with a jackal to find you
What is skin and bone, and I regain your trust
We beat with skin and bone, the eye of the sun

I feel the skin and bone and letter heard
Disappears as I see skin and leather, skin and leather
You're my warm pleasure, the skin and leather

Look at the floor, it's the end of it all
I dap in my rug, it's the darkest door
I clap it out though, it's a plea for more
Condition I must, the world is none

I'm gonna wrap a rug, the rug is mine
And lay on your wall, begin to tether
I'll be your skin and leather, skin and leather
I'll be your skin and leather
I'll be your skin and not, on the telephone

You are the same